grownup
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The blazing star streaks across the sky
Life Stirring,
Soft-skin wrapped limbs
Reaching for the light
The clock strikes 12 and time begins
Looking back then at the chubby kid with the big glasses
That kid was in elementary being a slave to all the cooler kids
The summer before
I’m getting all these chores.
Only picking up after me? That’s no more.
Now it’s everyone's which bores.
Real life is around the corner and I think I am not prepared.
Its capricious, crazy, and something to be feared.
